I walk the lounge filled with chestnut brown chairs
Seeing none empty
I circle back,
a plane with no clearance to land
Tiring of the scrape-thud-scrape
of my suitcase,
I wait, check-in
Why are people who help people
never as helpful as they could be?
I fumble for ID, empty my pockets
mumble apologies
Then there you are
serendipitously, next to me
Smiling that sly smile
waiting for me to notice you
Unbelieving: Why after decades of absence
have we met, like this?
With no chair in sight,
or a coffee worthy of the name?
Nevermind.
We seat ourselves
in a quiet hallway
Legs crossed on the floor
between us the detritus of our lives.
We recount and reminisce
stare at the floor now, then the wall next
You tell me where you've been
we proffer our secrets
layer by layer
Nevermind all that, you say
Let's come back around
to the simple joy of having met.
Let us enjoy these few moments
with both of us suspended
between our separate lives
The speakers declare the end.
In three tongues no less!
We make doomed promises
embrace with no tears shed
until we turn
to go our own ways
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